This thing I'm holding ain't no gun but, but it could kill ya
It's neck is rough and if you're tough enough then you might just see the killer
The sound distiller, tone maker, noise dealer, ground breaker
I sat down, I took my time and waited

A dark shadow approached slowly said no words but I bet his voice Would resonate death and embarass noise
His eyes were oscilating, dominating, rule breaking
You could see my fingers shaking
Wrapped up in a blanket I was so scared I stood cold and waited

Step by step down the dark stairway
That's where my dealer is waiting
Step by step down the dark stairway
That's where my dealer is waiting

Stressed up, curled up back in the corner I mumbled in fear
Who the fuck are you and he said nothing, of course he did
I had heard rumours since I was kid
A man of few words, so I played a few chords, said I know your myth Now follow my lead as he sat down
And switched on a city of lights for me
Eyes crossed and sweat would river down my neck to my fingers
And before I could move my lips I took a some zips of ale to hold the shiver
Behold the sound dealer with his elegant figure
He unpacked his toys and filled the room with noise
Something I can only describe as the perfect painkiller
My only painkiller
Step by step down the dark stairway
That's where my dealer is waiting